Post by lord wolfscream✰ on Mar 28, 2016 19:37:20 GMT
Whitewolf is about to counter the sardonic compliment, feeling his tongue ready to rise to the occasion. But at the harsh follow-up, he displays his surprise in the form of a slow, calculating blink. He is not one to openly put himself down, so the words ring out in a strange way to him, words that perhaps are not as carefully cloaked in sarcasm as Rookjaw meant them to be. They hang in the air heavily with worlds of meaning that even Whitewolf is not completely sure of; he detects grief and regret in the thick fog of severity that had suddenly descended upon them, perhaps some self-blame there, the kind that isn’t justified. The RiverClan warrior exceeds in the power of observation, and whilst some cats thought him quiet, he certainly does not lack in paying close attention.♔ ferocious werepup
Whatever event Rookjaw speaks of, he has not shared it before. He is aware that he is a father, however, but had not made any assumptions on the thought of his mate.
The fog lifts though, as the oppositely-colored tabby goes on to talk once more in the respects of playful Clan rivalry. Whitewolf feels a little relieved he had not had to address the deceased mate bit; not that he does not have the capacity to comfort, because those graced with the title of his friendship happened to be the rare cats he would display sympathy for, but simply because he is tired. Upon an even more plunging delve into his psyche, he would also rather not speak about lost loved ones, particularly on this night.
Whitewolf twitches his whiskers briefly to show his amusement, but his ears perk forward curiously at his final words. Their leaders, coercing? To what end? He is not one for gossip, however, being on the outs of that particular trade. On the other paw, perhaps he should be keeping up with the ins and outs of interClan relations. Somewhere in his mind, he feels himself stabbing his own heart at the thought, finding it wildly ironic considering the dark cloud hanging above his head distinctly involves interClan relations.
"Wasn't aware. Though, sharing tongues hardly implies an alliance." He shrugs but then raises his scarred brow quizzically. "Know something about a cross-Clan liaison that I don't?" Ah, perhaps that little comment skirts right beneath a dangerous, personal line for him.
